Taking in just one square foot of the ocean, my senses are immediately enveloped.

My face feels the soft spray and cold wind; I smell the salt and ocean plant life; my eyes see slowly out through the mist and down to the swirling of foam; I hear thunderous waves which drown out every possible thought.

My soul— caressed by the intrigue of deadly might.

I see things now, sitting on this small cliff, that I never knew existed.

What is this rock? Like iron infused sandstone.

What are these plants pushed up against the rocks? Like the knotted tails of the Rat King or the decrepit rope of far off ships.

What are these sprouts of green and fire along the rock's edge? Like the hands of the Earth's long dead.

And then the waves; oh these crashing, monstrous waves of the greatest majesty.

10-18-23